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As much as you loved watching your lover squirm, even you could only take so much before you started to pity the man. “You know you don’t have to ask if you want to hold my hand right?” you inquired, looking up at him with a raised brow.
Over the last several minutes, you’d watched the elder son of Sparda reach out with one of his hands as if wanting to hold yours only to abort and try to disguise the movement as something else. You lost count of how many times he’d wiped some nonexistent lint off his pants a while ago. Still, given the life Vergil had had–especially that stint as Mundus’s slave–it was hard to miss the fact that he likely couldn’t recall how to properly display affection casually. Honestly, you suspected that he might even be full-tilt touch starved based off his reactions when you did something simple like play with his hair. All that coupled with the fact that he was still coming to grips with the fact that he was actually in a relationship with someone … Well, to put it kindly it led to a wide array of mildly-awkward conversations.
Vergil scoffed as if to say ‘Of course I know that’, but there was a hesitation in the creases around his lips–the telltale signs of stress almost always present on his face–that you could see plain as day. “If you insist,” was his eventual response. Still, he did not make any sort of move to attain the contact you knew he wanted.
You rolled your eyes fondly. Alright, I guess we’ll have to work up to it, you thought moments before reaching out with your own hand so you could loop your pinky with his. “Baby steps it is, V,” you said happily, finger squeezing his for the barest moment.
Again, he scoffed, but this time he did something unexpected. He moved his hand so that his fingers laced through yours fully. “What?” he challenged at your surprised expression. “You said it was alright.”
The smirk that played with the corner of his lips brought a full smile to yours. “I sure did.”
“Come on, lovebirds!” Dante called from where he was on the verge of getting lost in the crowd in front of you. “The show’s gonna start soon!”
You laughed. “We’re coming!”